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[Rozella Dibley]

GrandmotherZofia said it was a family heirloom. She said that it was over two hundred years old. She said that when she died, I had to look after it. Be its guardian. She said that it would be my responsibility.

Even the best, happiest marriages between the Baldeziwurlekistanians and the people under the hill fell apart when the children got old enough to complain about dinner. But everyone in the village had some hill blood in them.

The people under the hill were in trouble. Their home would be destroyed, and they would be doomed to roam the face of the earth, weeping and lamenting their fate until the sun blew out and the sky cracked and the seas boiled and the people dried up and turned to dust and blew away. So the shaman-priestess went and divined some more, and the people under the hill told her to kill a black dog and skin it and use the skin to make a purse big enough to hold a chicken, an egg, and a cooking pot. So she did, and then the people under the hill made the inside of the purse big enough to hold all of the village and all of the people under the hill and mountains and forests and seas and rivers and lakes and orchards and a sky and stars and spirits and fabulous monsters and sirens and dragons and dryads and mermaids and beasties and all the little gods that the Baldeziwurlekistanians and the people under the hill worshipped.

Before the raiding party arrived, the village packed up all of their belongings and moved into the handbag. The clasp was made out of bone. If you opened it one way, then it was just a purse big enough to hold a chicken and an egg and a clay cooking pot, or else a pair of reading glasses and a library book and a pillbox. If you opened the clasp another way, then you found yourself in a little boat floating at the mouth of a river. On either side of you was forest, where the Baldeziwurlekistanian villagers and the people under the hill made their new settlement.

When he came back two years later, because his mother had cancer for the first time, the school put him back with our year, in seventh grade. He was still way too smart, but he was finally smart enough to figure out how to fit in. Plus he was good at soccer and he was really cute. Did I mention that he played guitar? Every girl in school had a crush on Jake, but he used to come home after school with me and play Scrabble with Zofia and ask her about Baldeziwurlekistan.

They followed the refugees, who seemed to know where they were going, and finally everyone came to a city. Zofia had ever seen such a place. There were trains and electric lights and movie theaters, and there were people shooting each other. Bombs were falling. A war going on. Most of the villagers decided to climb right back inside the handbag, but Zofia volunteered to stay in the world and look after the handbag. She had fallen in love with movies and silk stockings and with a young man, a Russian deserter.

Zofia and the Russian deserter married and had many adventures and finally came to America, where my mother was born. Now and then Zofia would consult the tiles and talk to the people who lived in the handbag and they would tell her how best to avoid trouble and how she and her husband could make some money. Every now and then one of the Baldeziwurlekistanians, or one of the people from under the hill came out of the handbag and wanted to go grocery shopping, or to a movie or an amusement park to ride on roller coasters, or to the library.

His name was Rustan. Zofia told my parents that he was an expert in Baldeziwurlekistanian folklore who would be staying with her for a few days. She brought him over for dinner. Jake was there too, and I could tell that Jake knew something was up. Everybody except my dad knew something was going on.

Natalie and Natasha and I used to practice kissing with each other. Not that we like each other that way, but just for practice. We got pretty good at it. We could see why kissing was supposed to be fun.

The deal with Houdini is that Jake got interested in him during Advanced Placement American History. He and I were both put in tenth grade history. We were doing biography projects. I was studying Joseph McCarthy. My grandmother had all sorts of stories about McCarthy. She hated him for what he did to Hollywood.

Each 3-surfer heat was full wave by default, providing the surfer with the opportunity to feel what a 50 second ride is like. I have my own opinion on how that is much too long of a wave (surfers safety surf too much to improve their surfing, full wave exponentially increases the stress levels, etc.) but I wanted to let surfers have the option to have that experience.

These 3-surfer heats provided an increase in poaching opportunities for all, as well as the chance to surf full wave. Some groups would surf a handful of split waves before ending with a few full waves so they could enjoy the best of both worlds.

Devin has been playing games his entire life, starting with Mario Party on the N64 and working his way to Valorant on a custom-built gaming PC. He's been writing video game and tech guides since 2021 and while he loves competitive games he can always enjoy wasting an entire weekend grinding in Project Zomboid or chilling out with some Stardew Valley.

I love competitive games like League of Legends, Valorant, and Overwatch 2, which are probably my three favorite games at the moment. I also don't mind getting down with some more "relaxing" games like Stardew Valley and Project Zomboid whenever my friends and I feel like switching gears.

My PC is my favorite console because all of my friends game on PC anyways. I also love being able to get my hands dirty with upgrades (and troubleshoots.) When I'm not playing PC, I'm playing my Switch and it feels like I have the best of both worlds.

We may have an idea of what being Asian looks like, but we can change and curate what our lives are. We can take what we grew up with in the Western culture and our heritage from that of our parents and take the best of both worlds. I think the more options we have, the more we can nitpick and curate our lives.

Kelly states in the foreword of his book that much of his advice was gleaned from elsewhere so I decided to track down where this one might have come from. Legendary concert promoter Bill Graham used a similar phrase in a banner describing the Grateful Dead at a 1991 concert for the band:

Love this. The corollary of this (which I joke about with my photographer friends) is that the longer I hone in on this thing that I do pretty well (in my case - make portraits of famous people in very short amounts of time), the less qualified I become for basically anything else :)

I'm less excited by this idea. It has a solid message. While there's an exclusivity to this belief that's inspiring, it can also be isolating for younger people who are searching for a place and for what life brings us in adulthood. Being the best, being the only, can denigrate work for others just as lofty.

I've been an executive for over a decade and an art and technology director before that. With my weird educational choices and career direction, it's hard to define to my family what exactly I do. But that niche I carved out isn't what matters or what gives me purpose. It's not *just* the refinement of skill and craft. Proving a skill in one area got me here. But I don't organize my life around a bucket of rarity in vocation.

When I mentor younger people, I want them to dig for purpose and passion, and I want them to refine that purpose for life, for sure. But I don't want them to sit under a platitude about doing what they love or what they are best at. I don't want them to lean on Kant that great skill must be fulfilled for some purpose. Desires to be best or the only don't serve that purpose.

I work with a guy who has spent his entire life doing crop irrigation. He will talk to you for hours about his craft, how it established him, how he raised his family, how he looks forward to the seasonal change. That man isn't the best or the only, but he learned to *do* what he loves. And he found a sense of meaning not from some ultimate direction, but from what he felt he had to do. What inspires me is not to achieve an exclusive sense of purpose or a novel position in life, but finding joy and purpose in what I do. Whatever the hell that may be.

My first response was "screw this guy". I mean, I understand broadly where he's coming from, but the message falls into "the perfect is the enemy of the good" . There's 8 billion people on the planet, and the likelihood that anyone is going to be the only anything is minuscule. Defining success as achieving something almost unattainable for a mere mortal does everyone a disservice.

Even scaling it back to something like "Be the only person you know who does what you do" is putting the bar far too high. I think I'm very good at my job and I'm proud of what I've done, but I'm not even "the only one" in my 200-person division of my company.

Similarly, limiting it to work in creative endeavors is also damning. I started seriously pursuing at photography seven years ago, at age 50. I'm finally getting decent at it, but I have a job, a wife, and other time-consuming hobbies. I'm never going to be any kind of "only" in photography (my next door neighbor blows my doors off just using his phone, the bastard). I already have to contend with the futility of creating images in a world of Gen-AI, and now I gotta be a one-among-billions superlative to have any meaning?

So yeah, screw that guy. I'm sure I'm making a straw-man out of his actual point (not having RTFA), but I still think even saying what's in the pull-quote above earns him my scorn. That kind of exceptionalism worship trivializes the work and life of everyone who's just trying to get by and maybe improve themselves in the process.

Echoing others' thoughts - I did a presentation to middle schoolers about my (winding, singular) career path and current work last year. One of the teachers pointed out to me afterwards how much privilege had been at play to make all of this possible. Yes, point taken. Being the only one is not achievable for everyone.

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